The Cowards Does It With A Kiss

I feel sorrow for love
to hurt
must not be easy to be
shared so splendidly
and yet
to be the cause of so much harm
Cannot be easy
to be gripped at so lusty
greedy and forsaken
so harsh
Cannot be peaceful to cause
so much devotion
so much until one erupts
zings into the eternities
flies away
Cause Sometimes
for being wanted so much
love never seems to be
held onto enough.